Chapter 60

So it was with sincere enjoyment that his legs covered the rough miles--along the Crask ridge till it curved round at the head of the Doran and led him to the eastern skirts of Sgurr Dearg. He knew from the map that the great eastern precipice of that mountain was towering above him, but he saw only the white wall of fog a dozen yards off. His aim was to make a circuit of the _massif_ and bear round to the pass of the Red Burn, which made a road between Haripol and Machray. He would then be nearly due north of the …